The words don't come. I'm in a bit of a drastic situation here.
Closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose, a notification pops up.
I groan, seeing as it's my editor demanding to see a draft by tomorrow. I am so dead.
Ever since my novel titled The Red Rose came out two years ago, I've been working on multiple projects. The problem is, I've hit a wall and my mind is not working.
I sigh and slump against my chair. Turning my head to the left, I see the poster for my first book. I was not expecting it to blow up.
I adored every character and gave them a happy ending. well, except one. The Villainess. Even the last boss, the feared Demon King was given a redemption arc.
I was quite unfair in writing her personality, giving her this one-dimensional trait of being aggressive and hostile. Her backstory was not fleshed out and gave her an ending that did not justify her actions.
That may be the only thing I regret writing. I wonder how she would have been if I gave her an appropriate- ack!
My head began to throb and my heart started palpitating faster. An agonizing pain seared through my head while I shouted for help.
The last thing I remember was the feeling of desperation and light-headedness.

As I feel my consciousness drift away, a sharp intake of breath is what followed. I steady my breathing and massage the temples of my head. What happened?
I focus my line of sight in hopes of disintegrating the fuzzy headache that is now slowly going away.
I got out of the warm sheets and luxurious linen. Wait? Luxurious?
I face the bed and take a step back, allowing my senses to adjust to the surroundings. High walls littered with bright earth tones like burnt sienna and mustard yellow. The overall design of the interior is mostly elaborate wood or metal trim, scalloped shingles and patterned masonry.
This feels like I'm inside of a castle or a Victorian Era mansion. What am I even doing here?
I turn around and spot a vanity mirror just beside the bedside table.
Now, I think I'm dreaming. Who is this person staring at me through the mirror? I'm pretty sure that's not my reflection.... right?
Panic rises up and is starting to build. How vivid is this dream for me to feel the nightgown that I'm currently wearing, to smell the sweet scent of citrus and... no! What am I thinking? I'm just overworked, that's all.
My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a loud knock. "M'lady, the Duke has requested your presence. You are expected to be in the private atrium in two hours."
As the voice halts, emerging footsteps followed and opened the door. Three women enter, their heads facing the ground and bowing towards your direction. "We are here to assist the lady."
I stare at them and I could feel the pressure, the awkward tension and it's as if they were waiting for some kind of response. "S-sure" I muster, rubbing my palms together and let out a toothy not-so genuine smile and I could see a faint shock in their faces.
The man just behind the three women raised a brow. "Are you feeling ill, M'lady?"
"No!" I yelp and let out a high pitch noise. Why am I nervous in my own dream?
"If that is what you say, now I shall leave you to your preparations."
The women rush inside the room and began working. One of them trudging towards a mahogany wardrobe, one preparing jewelries and make-up and one was instructing me to follow her. She brought me to a room which seems like the bathroom or washroom.
An hour passes by and I'm wearing a dress that is so fancy I could never wish to wear in any normal circumstance. The dress is a combination of light blue and purple. My neck is adorned by a necklace with a small protruding amethyst as the pendant, my earrings with the same gem.
Now that I look closely in the mirror, my dream depicted myself as someone with ebony hair that would glimmer like the night sky, my skin color is rose-tinted and my eyes are the color of the gems that adorn me.
Damn, I could never be this beautiful in real life. This face reminds me of something familiar. Someone I know?
The poster in my room flashes in my mind. I look like the Villainess!
Another hour passes and I was escorted outside of the room and towards a large double door, not far away from the room I came from.
I wonder how this plays out. Why is this dream so long? When is this going to end.
"M'lady Elysia Cortiana de Sylvion greets the Duke." Announces the butler who is one step ahead of me.
.....wait.
What? Elysia as in the Elysia in my story?? Elysia the Villainess?